P’s R of Boulder, again.

Posted on January 15, 2013 12:08 pm by Patti Niehoff

So here I am again in the wonderful People’s Republic of Boulder (do they still call it that?) (Nobody tells me anything.) It is, as you might imagine, freezing. The temperatures these past days when we have been here are in what I like to term the basement of the world. When I last asked Siri, it was 5°. I do not want to talk to Siri any more for a while.

That’s the basement — figuratively. We have no actual basement here. We have a storage cage in the parking area which we lend to our neighbors because we haven’t accumulated enough stuff to need it, though I do try my best.

There has been some accumulation of frozen precipitation, but not enough to call it snow by Boulder’s standards, and definitely not enough for the people in the ski resorts to the west to call it snow. Time now for me to be pleased at not having added skiing to my sports, inasmuch as I have sports. Is Pilates a sport? Here it is.

Snow morning

Posted on December 21, 2012 8:48 am by Patti Niehoff

Snow finally here, though not very much of it. Will try to get pictures later.

#Snow chairs in #Boulder

Posted on February 4, 2012 11:36 am by Patti Niehoff

Snow chairs. Yes, the snow here in Boulder really is this deep.

Boulder snow (white-pebble.net)

White on white

Posted on December 7, 2011 12:05 pm by Patti Niehoff

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I have turned the Christmas snow on, so you might possibly see a flake or two drifting across your screen.

However, since the background is white, good luck on that. Maybe I’ll post a lot of dark pictures.

Remind me to post one of our newly-decorated Christmas hat-rack.

The Miracle of the Snow

Posted on November 6, 2011 5:28 pm by Patti Niehoff

The Wednesday miracle

Wednesday, we were shin-deep in thick snow. A wondrous thing happened: cars in the street moved toward their destinations with neither surprise nor trepidation visible on the faces of their drivers. In the aisles of the local Safeway, no frenzied shoppers were dashing down the aisles screaming We’re all gonna diiiiiie!

Long-term effects

As of today — the Sunday after the snow — all passers-by are reduced to staring at a patch or two of the slush hiding in the shadow of a building and noting to themselves, “Hmm, not all gone yet, I see.”

Maybe the mental scars have simply not been able to manifest themselves in my consciousness yet. Either that, or I’ve lived in Ohio for too long.